The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

"If I fail, Du Du is willing to accept military law."

Du Du's eyes revealed a resolute determination, clearly indicating that he was prepared to die.

Looking at Dudu's resolute expression, Dimily struggled violently in his heart, and finally sighed: "Fine... If I send you to assassinate Chlorie, who will follow me when we break out?"

Just as Dimir was about to let go of his obsession and order a retreat, a sudden gunshot shattered the brief silence!

"boom!"

Dudu reacted almost instinctively, lunging at Dimirli the instant the gun went off, using his own body to block what could have been a fatal blow.

A wound the size of a bowl suddenly opened up on his shoulder, and blood gushed out like a fountain. His right hand hung limply at his sides, clearly no longer usable.

Even so, he endured the excruciating pain and whispered, "Your Highness—run quickly!"

As Dimily looked at the blood flowing from Dudu's body, the emotions surging in his chest could no longer be contained.

He gripped his spear tightly, his eyes burning with rage, and suddenly looked up and roared, "Come out!"

His response was a barrage of bullets from the Flame Blade Gun.

The crimson bullets, carrying a scorching heat, hurtled towards them, but Dimiri showed no fear.

He pulled Dudu behind him and quickly spun his spear, intercepting all the extremely well-hidden bullets with astonishing speed and accuracy.

The bullets collided with the gun barrel, making a continuous whistling sound and scattering sparks.

"As expected, it's not that easy to solve." Vener's figure slowly appeared, the Flame Blade Gun in his hand still emitting smoke.

"You despicable person who only knows how to stab others in the shadows!" Dimir gritted his teeth. If looks could kill, he would have torn this man to pieces long ago. "I shouldn't have let you escape last time!"

After witnessing Dudu being ambushed while trying to save him, Venus has replaced Chlorie as the one Dimir must kill, and at this moment he exudes a chilling killing intent.

“Now that I’ve appeared, I have no intention of hiding.” Vena calmly drew the Seven Star Sword, its blade gleaming faintly, its aura no less imposing than that of Dimirli.

"Also, don't put on that bitter and resentful look. This battle was started by the kingdom itself."

Vena's words enraged Dimir, and the spear in his hand trembled slightly from the excessive force.

Dimily lowered the tip of his spear to the ground, drawing a complete circle on the spot.

As he moved, the surrounding corpses seemed to be drawn by some invisible force, blood gushing from their wounds, turning into countless tiny blood threads, which were sucked into the Death Thorn Spear.

A crimson light gradually shone on the gun until it became dazzling, as if the entire gun was burning with flames of blood.

Dimir once again assumed the starting stance of piercing the Death Thorn Spear, this time with an even more fierce aura that made it hard to breathe.

"Piercing Thorn Spear!" With a roar, Dimir's body suddenly accelerated, transforming into a crimson lightning bolt as he charged straight at Vena.

That force caused ripples to spread through the air, as if even space itself was being torn apart.

However, just as he was about to get close to his target, a figure suddenly blocked Vina's way.

But Dimily showed no sign of stopping, and no one could stop his determination to kill Venus.

The terrifying pressure emanating from the scarlet spear instilled in him absolute confidence that he could pierce through anything in front of him with a single thrust!

"Avalon!"

At this critical moment, Felix completely freed his sword from its sheath.

A holy white light burst forth from the sword sheath, forming a perfect circular barrier that firmly protected him and Vener.

The cursed power of the Death Thorn Spear collided with this holy light, but was completely dissolved without even causing a ripple.

Along with it disappeared, so too did Dimirli, who had unleashed that attack.

This crown prince of the kingdom didn't even leave behind a last word before vanishing into nothingness in a flash of white light.

The whole process was eerily quiet, with only the lingering echoes in the air indicating what had just happened.

"call--"

Felix breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the enemy had disappeared.

He sheathed his sword, turned to look at Vina, and a smug smile appeared on his lips: "Well, this time I'm the one who saved you, you know?"

"Ah, thanks to you."

Felix, who possesses Avalon, is the nemesis that Vena prepared for Dimirli.

Chapter 673 The First to Enter Wins

With Dimir defeated by Felix, the kingdom's forces were utterly routed.

On the battlefield strewn with corpses, not a single flag of the Kingdom's army could be seen anymore.

The soldiers of the feudal lords' armies have begun clearing the battlefield, searching for prisoners and valuable spoils of war.

Viner stood on a high ground, looking down at this land that had once been the site of bloodshed, and his gaze finally settled on a familiar figure.

“We meet again, Senior Sylvan.” Viner stepped forward, her tone tinged with emotion.

Sylvain, whose eyes had been vacant, raised his head, saw it was Viner, and asked in a low voice, "Dimilita..."

Even though he already had a suspicion, he still hoped to get confirmation from Wiener.

“He has died in battle,” Wiener stated bluntly.

He pointed to the side, where dozens of unrecognizable mummies were piled up.

The corpses had completely lost their original appearance, leaving only withered flesh and bones, which was horrifying.

"Those are the last traces left by the Death Thorn Spear."

Sylvan stared at the corpses for a long time, a bitter smile appearing on his lips, his voice so low it was almost inaudible: "Heh... in the end, it still turned out like this?"

His expression was extremely complex, showing regret and a sense of helplessness that could not be undone.

Do you regret it? Probably.

But it wasn't because they set foot on the land of the vassal states, but because they failed to stop Dimir from accepting the cursed weapon in the first place.

“That gun was given to Dimir by His Majesty,” Sylvan said in a hoarse voice. “Dimir went to ask the King why he was targeting the academy, and when he returned, he had this demonic gun in his hand.”

"Then do you know who forged these cursed weapons?" Vena sensed that the other party was beginning to soften their stance and immediately pressed for an answer.

“I don’t know, but I know these weapons all came from the royal palace.” A hint of weariness and relief flashed in Sylvan’s eyes.

Being honest about these things might be the best way to make up for past mistakes.

"Thank you for informing me." Viner bowed and prepared to signal the escorting soldiers to release Sylvan.

Just as the soldier was about to untie the ropes, a trickle of blood suddenly spilled from the corner of Sylvan's mouth.

"Senior Sylvan!"

Wiener rushed forward to offer assistance, but was stopped by the other party.

“No need to trouble yourself. His Highness is dead, and I have no face to live in this world.” Sylvan said breathlessly, each word as if he had used up all his strength. “Consider those words just now as repayment for my junior’s kindness in releasing me.”

After a moment of silence, Wiener finally nodded.

"I have one last favor to ask of you, junior," Sylvan said with difficulty.

"Please say."

"Could I be buried next to Your Highness?"

Wiener paused for a moment, then nodded solemnly: "I promise you."

"That's good." Sylvan's voice gradually weakened, and the light in his eyes slowly faded, leaving him lifeless.

Wiener stared at the corpse on the ground, feeling a pang of unease.

Although he did not kill Sylvan with his own hands, he died indirectly at his own hands.

This once spirited senior has now ended his life by taking poison.

This war is far from over; once they storm the capital, many more will likely fall.

“Vina… although you promised to bury him next to Dimili, what if Dimili didn’t leave behind a body?” Felix asked in a low voice, his tone tinged with embarrassment.

He instinctively sensed the danger of the Death Thorn Spear, and only released the full power of Avalon to prevent Vena from being injured.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly gentle and harmless Avalon unleashed a power that completely obliterated Dimir's body.

“Then bury him with the murderer,” Viner said half-jokingly.

"I did this to save you, okay!" Felix immediately bristled, his face full of grievance. "If I hadn't stopped that guy, you might be the one lying here now!"

"Don't worry, I won't make you die with me."

Wiener reached out and rubbed Felix's head, which made her feel a little more relaxed.

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The battle was so fierce that half a day was spent just collecting the bodies.

The bodies of the feudal lords were cremated one by one, and the ashes that were preserved were sent to their hometowns along with their pensions as a final tribute to the deceased.

The soldiers belonging to the Dimirli army, as well as the remains whose identities could no longer be identified, were hastily piled up in a huge mass grave, waiting for flames to devour their bodies and traces.

As the head coach, Kurori took on the task of throwing torches into it.

Catalyzed by the igniter, the raging fire engulfed everything, and thick smoke rose into the air.

Chlorie watched all of this quietly, a complex expression flashing in her eyes.

She wasn't entirely heartless; she simply understood that in such a world, kindness was the greatest cruelty.

After composing herself, Chlorie turned around, looked at her subordinates who had been uniformly equipped with Kingdom Army gear, and said firmly, "Let's go!"

At this command, everyone sprang into action, the sounds of horses' hooves and clashing armor mingling as they marched toward the kingdom.

Lisette lagged behind the army, waiting to finish the burning before making the final cleanup.

She gazed at the gradually darkening cremation pit and murmured softly, "I hope these sacrifices can bring true peace."

“That’s exactly what we’re working towards.” Viner stepped forward and gently draped his cloak over her shoulders.

Lisette gripped the corner of her cloak and looked back at Vina: "I believe you."

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Even though their forces are more than ten times larger than when the Snowdrift Valley uprising began, it is still not an easy task to conquer the kingdom's capital, Gracia.

Standing atop the newly conquered city tower, Adele looked down upon the newly captured city and ordered to the side: "Properly bury the fallen soldiers of the kingdom. Do not harass the residents within the city. Anyone who disobeys will be punished according to military law."

Three months have passed since the empire dispatched its troops, and they are still hundreds of miles away from the capital, Gracia.

Along the way, they encountered countless obstacles and resistance, but they were finally close to reaching their destination.

"Have you received any news from the vassal states?" Edel turned to ask.

“There is no clear news yet.” Sigurd shook his head. “However, according to the latest intelligence, the kingdom seems to have withdrawn its troops from the vassal states, and the withdrawn troops are returning to reinforce the capital.”

Upon hearing this news, Edel nodded: "Kurori is quite capable, managing to hold off the kingdom's main force for three months. However, I'll have to win this bet on arriving at the capital first."

Her gaze drifted into the distance, towards the final pass leading to the capital—the Solbaku Pass. Once it was captured, the imperial army could besiege Gracia.

"I wonder what demands Your Majesty intends to make after defeating Vina?"

Sigurd knew perfectly well who his lord was betting with.

"Stop asking such irrelevant questions and get the troops organized!"

Adele appeared to be blaming him, but the smile on her lips was not hidden at all.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Sigurd did not mind the lack of an answer, bowed, and walked down the city wall.

He had only gone halfway when he suddenly heard the sound of rapid hoofbeats in the distance.

A scout rushed to the foot of the city wall and shouted, "Your Majesty! Fierce fighting is taking place at Solbaku Pass!"

"What did you say?"

Adele's smile vanished abruptly.

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Chapter 674 The Unable to Gather All the Prefects

When Edel led her army to Solbaku Pass, the flags hanging on the pass had been replaced with those of the vassal states.